Konnichiwa!

My creative juices are flooding!!!!! YEAH! Okay¡­um¡­I¡¯m done. T.T() Yeah. So, what¡¯s up? Does ANYONE know how to put bold, italics, and underline in? Because when I write it, my authors notes are in bold, and the present story is in italics, but it doesn¡¯t show up once I upload it. Grrr¡­.evil computers. You THINK YOU CAN RULE THE WORLD???!!!! THINK AGAIN!

Oops¡­/-_-\() I¡¯m waaaaaaay too hyper right now¡­You can just ignore me.

Oh wait, before you start ignoring me¡­I¡¯ve decided that I¡¯m going to make Touya Agaememnon! What do you think?

Disclaimer: I do not, I repeat do not, I repeat do not, I repeat do not!!!!!!! Own Cardcaptor Sakura OR the Illiad.

Okay, now that that¡¯s outta the way, OPEN THE FLOODGATES of creativity!!!

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Sakura gasped with delight. Tomoyo and Eriol had come to pay them a visit! ¡°Come in, come in!!!¡±

¡°I do hope we¡¯re not imposing, Sakura-chan!¡± Tomoyo waltzed into their house and smiled at her lovely friend. ¡°So, how¡¯s it going for you?¡±

¡°Great,¡± Sakura giggled childishly. She was so happy that Tomoyo was not her enemy. All the other ladies seemed to hate her for starting this war. Some of them even accused her of trying to steal their husbands. Sakura shuddered in disgust; it was more of the other way around. However, even though her husband was the leader of the Hong Kong army, Tomoyo didn¡¯t blame her at all. In fact, Tomoyo even called her ¡°Kawaii (Cute)¡± all the time, and made her outrageous outfits when she already had enough clothes. She shook these thoughts out of her head. What am I thinking? I have guests now. I can¡¯t let my mind wander. ¡°Please, come in and sit down. We were just about to dine. Syaoran!¡± She called. ¡°Tomoyo and Eriol are here!¡±

Syaoran appeared in the doorway with a tight smile plastered on his face. Syaoran and Eriol didn¡¯t get along very well; Eriol liked to tease Syaoran while Syaoran was annoyed at how much power Eriol had. ¡°Welcome.¡± His voice didn¡¯t make them sound welcome at all, but Eriol came in nevertheless, smiling like the Cheshire Cat.

¡°Hello, my cute little descendant.¡±

¡°Although you are older than me, I am FAR from your descendant, and I¡¯m definitely not cute or little.¡± All traces of cordiality disappeared from Syaoran¡¯s face as he gritted his teeth and stared at the navy-blue haired war general, prince, and heir to the Li kingdom. If looks could kill, even the Cheshire Cat, with its 9 lives, would be killed a hundred times over.

Sakura and Tomoyo suppressed giggles as the men bantered. ¡°So Tomoyo,¡± Sakura smiled, turning to Tomoyo. ¡°How is little Hiro?¡±

¡°Ah, if he were here, he¡¯d be very angry at your words. In his mind, he is no longer a little boy.¡± Tomoyo¡¯s eyes looked sad. ¡°In fact, he even refused to come stand by me on the wall to watch his father fight the Japanese. He said he was already grown up, and was going to watch the battle with the other men. My baby is no longer a baby, or mine.¡± Tomoyo looked as if she were about to cry, so Sakura hastily changed the subject.

¡°Hiro-kun is already nine, correct? His birthday will be soon, so perhaps we can throw a double-number* birthday celebration for him!¡± Sakura looked hopefully at her friend. She had already lived almost nine years in this country, and nowadays, as long as Syaoran wasn¡¯t home, she couldn¡¯t bear the anxiety and boredom. No, she couldn¡¯t call it boredom, it was more like she had nothing to do except pace around, waiting for Syaoran to come home.

¡°Perhaps¡­I rarely see Hiro-kun now, since he moved to the men¡¯s quarters when he turned 8. Maybe at the party I can spend more time with him¡­¡± Tomoyo speculated. ¡°That¡¯s a good idea. I shall ask Eriol about it.¡±

Suddenly, there was a loud crash outside. Tomoyo and Sakura jumped, and looked towards the source of the noise through the window. Even Eriol and Syaoran had stopped arguing and stared outside, as a dark figure started to slink past the window towards the door.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~9 years ago~~~~~~~~~~~~~Tomoeda

¡°Oh!¡± Sakura stared into the handsome young man¡¯s eyes, drowning in the pools of amber. Reluctantly, she tore her eyes away from the swirls of chocolate to look at the mysterious man¡¯s face, and gasped, tearing herself away from his hold, albeit reluctantly. ¡°Who¡­who are you?¡± Sakura had never seen this man before. He definitely was not a servant, because his manner and appearance signified a very high class man.

¡°Who am I? And may I ask why the lady wishes to know?¡± Syaoran chuckled. Sakura thought she could stand here listening to his rich, throaty voice all day.

Even though Sakura was entranced by the mysterious gentleman, she found a witty quip. ¡°The lady wishes to know how best to serve this noble gentleman.¡± Sakura curtseyed, and practically burst out laughing, but waited to see if Syaoran had recognized the sarcasm.

Syaoran was very puzzled. The lady standing before him definitely did not look like a prim and proper noblewoman; she had a cheerful, optimistic face, and the beauty of a goddess. Syaoran frowned inwardly. Goddess? Something tugged at his memory, but he just couldn¡¯t recall what. Then, he noticed that Sakura was very red and her lips were twitching. He erupted into laughter and Sakura burst out giggling, as well.

Suddenly, they made eyes contact once more, and the laughter abrubtly stopped as the two drifted off into their own world.

They stared at each other, as if reading each other¡¯s minds, and both of them knew they were in love. Syaoran leaned down, and their lips met. Although Sakura knew this was wrong- she was married, for heavens sake!- she couldn¡¯t stop herself. This man¡¯s lips are so amazingly soft...

The kiss grew deeper, as the two wrapped their arms around each other. Each was becoming increasingly passionate, and it seemed they would never break their kiss, when suddenly...

CRASH!

A little ball of golden fur tumbled across the hallway after running into and becoming tangled in Sakura¡¯s dress. Sakura and Syaoran immediately broke apart, just before several kitchen hands raced into the hall, gasping for breath. Then, one of them noticed Sakura, and immediately fell to his knees.

¡°Queen Sakura!¡± All of the other servants also dropped to the ground, horrified at disturbing their queen.

Syaoran just stood there, shocked. He had just kissed the queen of Hiroshima? Suddenly, he felt something scampering across his foot, and looked down. It was the little golden ball that had disturbed their kiss. Reaching down and grabbing the ball, Syaoran gaped incredulously as it unfolded. A dog?

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*double-number birthday: tenth birthday, when the age is represented by two digits.

AN: So, whatcya think? I made up that double-number thing, but that¡¯s ok. I have a creative license!

I¡¯m trying to write my chappies longer, am I getting better? I sure hope so¡­..I¡¯ve started writing a new story, and I think it¡¯s okay so far. Please do read it and give me suggestions. I don¡¯t plan very well, so if you guys have any ideas at all, please tell me!

And don¡¯t forget to review!!!

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